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My first car I ever owned, when I was 16, was a beat up old 1984 Nissan Sentra. It was two door and was what once must have been a gleaming cherry red. It had a push button radio, no door handle on the passenger's side and it overheated in the winter. In Minnesota. Some friends of mine nicknamed it the "faded tomato" because after years of sitting in the sun, the gleaming cherry red sort-of, ripened. I haven't named a car since then, mostly because I'm just not creative enough...

I locked my daughter in the car when she was younger 15-18 mo or so. I freaked out- I was by myself and my phone and AAA card were in the car. Fortunately, a nice lady came out of the yarn/coffee shop that I had just left and she called AAA and told them that there was a baby in the car and they came really quickly. But I think that I was more traumatized than her too! Lucky for me it wasn't a too hot or too cold day in MN and I was parked in the shade and there was no rain!

That was when I learned not to let my kids play with my keys- because when they press the lock button on the remote, it does lock once you close all the doors. Oops. :)